La fall

Dreams and dreams and dreams for Nativa Melásquez have not yielded better horizons for her nights in-to the pluvial jungles of Manila:

Everything started going down -they say- one heated night of any year, when El Cabezón arrived in her hottest nightmare, bringing her to an almost-virtual realiti through the febrile and roasting calenture of her vajina.

In her tribulation, or purgatory, Nativa Melásquez experiences once and eternally her own deglutition:

In brutal aerophagia, El Cabezón slurps the whole body of Nativa, making her vulva get incrusted in his incisors with the frenzied ardor of her cavernous tissues, as his jaws gnaw, shatter and swallow the pulsatile and soaked meatflesh in the enormousness of the interminable horgasm.



And it happens every night, in perpetual sequence in-to the pluvial jungles of Manila

where the unknown eyelash grows.